Emma Dickinson - “What makes the face interesting is the skull inside it.”

Bones cast aside mourning of spirit or soul

You are not your mind

Feel yourself present, fully and physically

Or reject your manifestation of self

You have no choice

Endlessly humans release their minds into nothingness

Time and time again

You are not so naive as to claim you are different

After few generations the idea of you will warp into dust

And leap after its shell into the void

Time takes us all mercilessly

In that one way perhaps we are all equal

Your impact stems from your lack thereof

How fitting

As a rock is mindlessly kicked off a cliff's edge

Hurtling into deep valleys,

The wind will scatter your pieces 

After you are demolished 

by the harsh reality of the ground

And the uncaring indifference of the foot.